Whispers of Childhood

WIZARD and ME


ME:Will you take me to a short journey into my childhood days?

WIZARD:Why do you want to go back?

ME:I wish i could see myself as a little girl

WIZARD:It is easy,just put your imagination in move or look at a picture of your childhood

ME:But i wish to rediscover some secrets from the time i was just a child.

WIZARD:I knew that you didn't tell me the truth

ME:Maybe i was afraid of other people's reaction

WIZARD:There is a big difference between the two worlds-Childhood and Maturity ;
to feel and experience your youngest days you need to live another time again

ME:I need it right now,for i write a story

WIZARD:I shall give you a glimpse into past times,and nothing more..perhaps you will
find a little nook for me on your pages..to keep me from being forgotten;you see,
i live in one's memory,from century to century people pass their testimonies
and keep me alive.....if there were no reminiscence i would die..

ME:It sounds like recall of a fire that people once kept burning ....

WIZARD:Only it is about LIGHT now..good memories light up the future,

but bad ones bring calamity and misery;every time a man lights up a path,
we all step into bright days;each time one starts a war it brings us back into
the darkness...it is not easy to get out of the HELL..

I am sure even there was a visitor to darken and puzzle my childhood,
i would bring about but pure brightness for you and me....Thank you my dear WIZARD!

WIZARD:Good luck with your endeavors and aspirations,there is a reward for everyone who
is able to revive their youth....and that is great SECRET!should i reopen it for You,it takes from
you to make a new path for others who are brave enough just like you are,,.Will you?,,
..anyway with no special promise i shall tell you it,because i know that you already
reigned a secret ..You won old age...so every time you make a path for another one,
you are granted with the sparkle of eternal Youth....
The more starry paths you open the greater and more beautiful your Youth....

I smiled,said nothing but was sure that my wizard knew the whole truth for me and of me...and i knew without  even saying a word to me,that there was a hidden danger to stop me from achieving all my dreams,i knew for myself which one i still longed for...

When i waked up that morning,nothing was the same as previous days;i felt like being suddenly touched by smell of some olden and rushing times,as came out from crumpled and burnt pages of a book to have stayed too long exposed to Sun's merciless rays.Particles of dust floated and soared high above my head,while walking on a unsightly path remembering me of some colored and lost time,and as every child being eager to feed own curiosity i looked to the right and left with hope to notice some recognizable objects,or signs to lead me into the course of unveiling my dreams.

As i was walking along the trail,all the colors changed their robes in a desperate call on me to replace them with new ones to refresh my memory and clarify sights around me.I recognized an aged tree of apricot to bear delicious fruits,then there was a tall and robust mulberry,a place to spend few hours in meditation,by sitting high on its hidden branches.Who doesn't like abundance of mellow purple and pink fruits?Can you imagine the simplicity of a moment,when you feel like a Queen while dangling legs in empty space bellow,to rise few meters from the ground!What would many of us give for such a pleasure and magic of the moment?
I hardly was aware how that lovely tree held me in its hug by trying to pass on me its own pains and hopes.. ...how many times i am unconscious about another man's griefs and expectations?For the all is live in my magic land,and every thing,every creature has personal story to tell us.

Whether life still exist,or i am a slender breeze in obscurity,just a faded copy of gloriousness that i was granted with,in a time to have gone.That is which makes me doubt in reality of my life,when everything seems so dummy,with people around me seemingly walk,talk and make other gesticulations,but the pulse of life has vanished or made into something resembling a realm where the prince of darkness potters and makes his dirty mischiefs.I constantly lose myself in that labyrinth of pale perceptions and an account of intensive feelings in my first views of life around.

There was a river,and still she makes her appearance while running by my village house,only the stories are different since the time i had some lovely days in her company.When i return there and look into its surface i see how the warmth and excitement of those early moments have complete fled,while vainly longing to bring back vividness and hilarity of past enjoyment;and i know i can only revive memories starring into a framed picture to hang on my room's wall.
Oh, how passionately i wish i were again in primary layout of my picture,abandoned there and free of time's measurements and changes,inevitably followed by the flow of passing years!From my distance now,i see these visions colored in gold and silver,as reflections of vivid and colorful vibrations they were once.
I looked for more haunted places that used to catch my attention and love;one of them found its place in the hills up my village where my grandma and granddad grew vine and meadow,patterned with tress of plumes,pears and apples.In the early Spring,it found me happy with lovely wild strawberries i picked and enjoyed in their scent.And they still occupy the same stretch;i can walk among them and enjoy in scenery,but can't feel previous alluring and marry impressions,except in my memory.The trees,strawberries and meadow rest now in their tawny and blanch decor.
The scenery stood the same but I am the one to be changed because the lucidity and sensibility of child's eye has gone forever.I don't say that my childish spirit abandoned the nest without leaving its fluffs to keep tracks and enriched me in these decrepit times..
Hence i feel that the all was someone's hoax,to let we go through life toward its supposed end,to grow,but persistently losing the glow and sparkles of life's pleasure and happiness.Somehow our basic picture got spoiled,and like anyone trying to recover a masterpiece,would only find themselves to never make anything better or return its beauty and purity given by first colors,painted with the precious moves of a brush.
What grows fantastic in this story,if you happen not to conceive it,is the sense of time's illusion and fascination.;that little child with personal memories and experience seems to me like coming from primeval times,and containing all the wisdom of life.
I see that child in hold of pristine wisdom written by invisible visitors and unknown by God,while a rapacious hand of foxy Devil seized a slice to allure and deceive ones who are brave to search for sacred knowledge.I assume it comes to us in flash of light traveling a distance between remote star and find its sprout here on earth.
My musing over past times,made me lose sense of reality ....where is beginning?where is the end?Did i go into right direction?What if the very beginning of my life was my greatest achievement,being but a pure divination.That child makes me upset to suspect in my present,my judgment and reason,to wonder myself who knew more and lived real life.Me or that child?It makes me feel living an untrue life,in which we mostly become lost in reaching true love,in learning,enjoying and celebrating the life itself.Being caught in an emptiness while trying to get to the top i climb all the time,i slide further and further into the deep,stuck in the frivolity and frost on the bottom.Such a condition makes i lose my reason,doubt my mind,cognition and observation,by suspecting myself about where is the mistake;and if there was any,whether it had to imply in my life or i made a choice once.


Still there is hope for all of us to walk on the tracks of childhood's glistening paths...
What You really need to learn is simplicity of FIRST STEPS a baby learns .!Make first steps,dare to walk,and everything will come to be as it was divined and drawn by one's hand to paint your canvas of life.Start anything,no need for a bulk of designs and plans ,just let your leg make one STEP and all the rest will unroll as it was predicted.That is the wisdom which the child i used to be told me in whispers,by slowing their sounds over the years to pass by,and like music forgotten but learned once,they might be refreshed in memory to teach us again about life,unwrapping the picture of FIRST STEPS in the earliest childhood!
Remote sounds and notes,smothering WHISPERS from past times,are still able to bring back to us first and inborn KNOWLEDGE from our ancestors,left in heritage,the road of which ,we can only find in FIRST CHILD IMPRESSIONS!
That is,as i see it clear now,why i kept in my mind that child as being AGED one, in my vision!The child showed pristine WISDOM leading through unawareness and subconsciousness of a naive and genuine being to just make first steps in life,more a reflection passed on us from first beings once walked on the Earth!

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my free creation









 

Love has come down from Heaven

"In a ghostly hour i lost my love'
O, sweet illusion,bring me another one,
The price is small for a bit of my happiness;
I won't steal or lend,
You have my permission to make a cheat on me,
For i am but a lonely servant of yours,
Be you from heaven or the hell
In a ghostly hour i lost my love.
It doesn't matter any more to me,
As i sold my soul once ago;
And the only hope i have now,
Is that glowing span
While being in the full sense of myself,
Agreed to have a crumb of your glorious mercy!

                                                                                                    

Since my birth,love has been an inevitable companion of my every day's life while i never assented to any ordinary consumption of her.Love is too powerful and magical to be just an usual visitor of many to travel across all planetary and starring worlds out there.From the very beginning,whether there was a fireball explosion,filled by pure particles of energy,carried here and there on the pallets of the sky,by making a whirl around planetary heads and spreading their hands eagerly into space,or taking a religious approach and thinking of God's will and power to make all things happen,i strong believe in the existence of catholic love to incorporate and unite all of us and everything together.
First thought was about Love,as soon as God wished for bringing into life a picture of man and woman to live together.In addition to God's command,there is a natural aspect of human need to love and be loved;it is perpetual aspiration to make every day a holiday.Being caught in mind hemisphere,love paves its path for beauty as another aspect of magical travelers.

The Stolen Kiss

First and main recognition of love is within ourselves
I love myself
I respect myself
I know myself
Primal presumption to live a healthy life is being in love with yourself.
There might be hours to torture ourselves with hate and looking for where its source comes from;some hints of possible scenario going back to an idea of rivalry to have conceived envy and hate.If we were to follow our thoughts,sometimes spiced with jealousy and odium,it would become clear that the hell's cradle rests in our minds.There is nothing to come out of us,which has not made its way through the splice of our thoughts.
The most famous sprout coming from the darkness,is Satan.I don't know if you ever felt his presence and what your impressions would look like,but i believe,my own encounter might be a good illustration.Being obsessed,appears to be an exceptional experience,from a point of view;from the other one,it is really the "Hell".He doesn't allow to live in love,and being a great opponent of your happiness,his desire is you never meet and reunite with your lover.Once deprived of love,with mangled feelings and without home,Satan was condemned to live as vagabond for all the times.
Thereby if you are alone and no one holds your hand,,think of the past when someone earned this fatal destiny for you.As i rout over my past lives while pulling drapery to the left and right of my view,i can see,for a moment,the face of my previous life and colors to paint my being.It is black and white like dress of a sinful nun who never paid ransom for her sins.For what one could think different about something to constantly escape from their possession,unless there was a great sin to seal their fate.

Soon as self-willed Eva,made her own way in picking an apple from the tree of knowledge of good and evil,by leaving Adam in ignorance,and making an act of cheating,LOVE became an ILLUSION for ever.....only true Love survives in heaven's cradle...
True lovers are damned to long for each other forever and stand their passion drifts through endless cosmic expanse;fortunately enough,some of them might win just one day of real earthly love..and they should consider themselves happy for such a mercy...
And i know,i already lived through my blessed moment in life,had a glimpse of happiness by knowing great love...now i can only watch its petals scattered high in the air,like a seducing and beautiful flower being deprived by cruelty of a storm of its bloom,and condemned to grieve for its beauty forever..
You can have only one GREAT LOVE in life..all the rest are illusions..more or less...
By keeping that in your mind,you agree to a handful of little lies around your love;don't ask more than it is possible and don't undervalue what is sent to you..take it like a packet,wrapped with ribbons in colors that you don't like,and imagine how yellow one shines red or purple...change the colors in your mind and take them for the truth..how many times in life we come down to such sweet illusions?-almost every day as we breathe.

                                            In a ghostly hour i lost my love'
                                        O, sweet illusion,bring me another one,
                                      The price is small for a bit of my happiness;
                                                I won't steal or lend,
                                        You have my permission to make a cheat on me,
                                          For i am but a lonely servant of yours,
                                             Be you from heaven or the hell;
                                                In a ghostly hour i lost my love.
                                            It doesn't matter any more for me,
                                                 As i sold my soul once ago;
                                                And the only hope i have now,
                                                   Is that glowing span
                                        While being in the full sense of myself,
                                     Agreed to have a crumb of your glorious mercy!  


This little verse comes not from a dreamy mind to hold his pen in a rushed time but as lone echo of past lovers,whose souls travel through the time to find a glimpse of happiness when the renewed lovers in some another age meet each other,while pieces of their love warm lost souls once again...
I am not the lonely prisoner of his will.Many a lover found themselves in a character who rests in gold pages of a book.I myself recognize beautiful Margarita and her unrestrained youth,to be my reciprocal image coming right from the famous novel by Mikhail Bulgakov.
Margarita is the minion of both God and Devil,a noble privilege,and as such not available to everyone.Only a chosen few is allowed to meet astonishing creatures from the light and darkness and meet an exceptional destiny.Sometimes it is permission to break the limits to separate reality from magic,and like a wizard to join all mystical beings in holding of SECRETS ..sometimes,they are given too much and the same taken just in a wink,for the glory has its own price..
Margarita conquers both realms-light and darkness,by her love of Master and unusual young look she kept in her older years.
Where Devil draws his breaths,there must be something "marvelous" in air .......
I listen to him as whispers...i am deprived of Love,but have power to make your dreams come true..and being without feelings my reward will be your punishment alike!


 My dear demon,i know you,i received and embraced your award,and your "revenge".

 LOVE must be fed

Love revives its strength in your inspiration.Be focused on your hobby;your love of the nature gets its satisfaction in long walks along the forests' paths..go out and find solace with the birds in flight;having a nice garden is perfect rest to cherish beautiful flowers and make short breaks in meditation;love of books is my favorite,there is no greater enjoyment but holding some yellow pages to meet my curiosity and satisfy exploring spirit;put some of your thoughts on paper or transmit it to the screen.Love your work whatever to be,and wherever you are,and in the lack of passion,get it compensated by own talent to find some little pleasures around it,employ your imagination .....

There are many patterns of loves..wrap them with the ribbon in a matching color...
sometimes you give your love away with no strong pretension .....just an easy sympathy and affection
sometimes you love another being as close soul to answer your aspirations and inner beauty
sometimes it is only a hint of possible love..
sometimes it is destiny to take you to the other side of the world and prevent from meeting your love again..
sometimes it is great LOVE to be swallowed and prevented from realization by demon's power....


My LOVE is not being from this world,it aspires for and wanders among the souls fell from the height and doomed to suffer;my love will never reach its destination where faithful hearts meet each other again;my love is an unfinished story;she is not under God's grace;my love suffers some past sins and takes many centuries to fulfill itself;my love brought in a verdict of guilty on me and damned to enchant everyone but never to belong anyone.......




Painting
"The Stolen Kiss"
by Jean-Honore Fragonard

Unwrapping my Mystic Packet

There is a sleepy and mystic land to keep memory of dreams,and an old white man to sit in the underworld room.During the time of my fantastic visit ,i tried to get some answers to my origin and knowledge to lie buried there from the primordial time.

Who are you?-i asked,as i let my thought fly.

I am an ordinary man who saves everyone's DREAMS over the centuries-said the old man

If you were an ordinary man,you would not live forever ..so tell me the truth-i was curious..

I can not tell it a random visitor....and it is more a SECRET.

What is the secret?

You must find it by yourself-old man stayed enigmatic with his answer

May i ask someone to tell me more about it?

No,it can not be..
You need to know it by yourself,because every one of them has different parents and dreams; there might be one to originate from Cerberus,another one comes from Phoenix... you will meet Centaur,Griffin, and Cyclopes....Titans,like Rhea and Cronus and many others.And everyone responds to different sounds and pictures;once you were lost in darkness,it takes great skills to see and recognize enemies in right moment,there are plenty to hate you...for you may be have more beautiful dreams...

Whether my fancy or strong desire,yet i pictured that a DRAGON was my keeper of dreams..and more... something like my parent,my first breath..........

Red Dragon

By the grace of his Majesty,our dreams live out our memories and keep walking on ancient tracks of lost worlds.On a gracious trace i saved my loving memory of early childhood when 'everything' has begun.
In the childhood begins our past, present and future...there is an eye to grab from every angle of our unreal dreams.As soon as the light makes its way through early patchworks of the morning's sky,we face majestic horizon to open before our eyes,full with mythological creatures to have lost their lands and dreams,and started hunting our obscurity to throw some light onto our lives and future,till recover our untold truths.
As a good catcher you could capture peerless drops of forecast to guide you through life toward your destiny,on condition you were brave enough to follow them.
I myself,or might be by mercy of someone else's will ,made a gateway for all the convey of two heads dogs,mystical phoenix to reborn anew from ashes,dragons with fire in their gullets and dark visitors from the hell to follow Lucifer after his fall from the heaven,to take me on their hidden paths,putting a great challenge before me,and testing my will and endurance.
There are no great successful stories without great dreams!
Now that dream is not my possession,at least not exclusive one,for i share them with all the row of mystic creatures to accompany me during my journey.By allowing them to come into my life i crossed the line between light and darkness,and hopefully expect my dream come true.I am aware that there must have been some mistake of mine,followed by punishment and obsession,after which i redeemed my sins.
I do not think how my presence is the only realm of my life.....There has always been another world and reality for me;every moment hath its past and future,unseen and smashed civilizations,some projected landscapes waiting for new dreamers.
There was no way to come back soon i left my foot on the sky blue path..i knew that a return always led to disaster and misery.There is still present an image of Lot's wife to turn into a pillar of salt for being heedless.
Worlds vanish and new ones rise.. ....
The same is about life,having lost previously one,you build and live new dream.Every possible attempt to change course of own destiny is a gamble, faced with all possible scenarios and outcomes.Freedom is a devil's work,it gives you so much,but it could take away the all from you in the blink of an eye.
Freedom takes a distant behavior,or at least empowers you to make a choice of few things you like best and the rest to leave for the others.I am sure you hold in memory some tales to rest now on a shelf in your room,with taste of dust like a hero entering into cave with lost treasure,to seize the all,unless there is no a catch...and there is always one.....sometimes it was a secret floor to open and swallow them,or a pike to punch their bowels,maybe a monster to live deep in hidden chamber,or an adder winding its way..
Now it is the legend about Holy Grail to inevitably catch mine and everyone's attention for its most attractive secret of eternal Youth.There were many who tried to steal the secret,and lots of legends emerged over the centuries.My instinct tells me that everyone made mistake...to win over the Kingdom of secret worlds,you need to stay true to yourself and let all creatures on service in lost lands to visit and reign over you,or to stand hunting of a neglected and jealous being coming right from the darkness.

I am willing to unwrap my magical  packet with hidden knowledge and share it with you...for what the purpose of Beauty is,if it is not seen by someone else's eye?In addition ,my secret is mystic folded,quite opposite to many which are bald and dreadful,and that way alluring and pleasant for making a record in one's memory.In the end,every one of them becomes visible as there is no one with wings powerful enough to run away and bury  themselves for good.
First pictures to dig their pit to the surface of my earliest days and stay trapped there,reach back to my age of four years......i am dressed in a short and plaid coat,and my father holds me in his arms;i believe it was on a special occasion.There is another one to be early memorized,about a big fire set in the center of my village during the carnival celebration to take place during the winter time.I still remember that amazing fire,flames of which,rose high into the shadow.

Being thoughtful since my childhood,when i made my first steps into conscious exploration of life around me,natural way of my development had to be the meditation.Loneliness and an isolated place were not strange and hard for me to stand;sometimes it was sitting on a branch of the tree in my village yard.The first five years of my life i spent in my birthplace,some 32 km from the town where i live now.The most impressed in early meditation was a recall,nestled in my inner being,to whisper me how my 'strange' and mystic forecast was postponed till my mature age .....Expectation is like a beauty...as hunter of dirty landscapes and misty sky players,in your fancy,while painting a canvas,you hope to paint most beautiful ones.Even the darkest scenery is in your reach to make new wonder.

Whether for reasons to spring from such distinct part of my life or not, i was late in maturing.Then,having reached the predicted time,it came like a storm followed by surges,unforeseen phenomenons,and some odd abeyance;a visitor got out of darkness and put me on temptations.I found myself questioning if i was closer to God,or i fell in disgrace of invisible,dangerous and underground forces.The obsession is not an easy experience,followed by a variety of unpredictable forces and deviations.
There is a different destiny for everyone to wait for the right time and begin unrolling them,by discovering plenty of attributes to make each of us unique.
What appears to be outstanding in the dawn of your initial steps,is the ability to recognize first signs marked in your birth card and to follow them,because your future depends on observing and interpretation of the foretoken.I was lucky to catch my vision and had courage to wait for its unrolling along with all the consequences and transformations on my way.One day as i mastered it and pulled myself out of the swirl,i could look on myself like a new born being.It is really about new birth,as Jesus Christ happened to emerge among living world again after his death.Jesus' personal story and the wreath of all events to belong to the history now,stayed a puzzle for us.....we can believe or being suspicious about many things;but who would believe in my complete confession after i shed a bit of light into my personal experience?There are some TRUTHS to stay unknown and invisible for the rest of the world.

I can't get away from an impression that a 'secret' had to be told,if not of Jesus Christ's then someone else's....there must be one greatest in any event!My human sense,having been tempted by the very beginning with one's mischievousness to look for power and dominance,casted an anchor at the presence with something wonderful,unusual and strange....i cannot stand poor and naked reality......I am eternal traveler to wander between darkness and lightness,looking for a lost path and finding a new one,again and again.The truth once given to us,was taken and left to rest in some inapproachable place;what we have now are DREAMS...in our dreams we go after lost royal buildings and high bastions to leap over into the garden of paradise,freed from every hurt and evil....
We need strangeness and miracles,unnamed sources,mystical fountains,lost manuscripts,forgotten words,dried up rivers,perished civilizations,we need to dig deep into earth looking for ancient bones of extinct animals,or to study the archetypal manuscripts to get into knowledge of our origin;we seek lost tracks and watch remote stars and constellations in effort to reach new civilizations.

Simply,our own story would be so miserable and bared without such a stunning flavor of unknown and mystic.

I celebrate unknown forces coming into my life and make some exceptional events and  transformations.I am grateful for mercy to come down on me and present me with beautiful gift.My secret lies in power to win old age and stay young forever;there is a mystery around it,and as i said i love them and regard to be necessary in my life.Every obscure detail from the past keeps some secret and important mystical revelation.It seeks a way to seduce and cheat us with sparkling background and illusion of a rainbow,that seems so easy approachable and in our reach.
Anyway, if you cheat on me,let it be a beautiful delusion.


Illustration
Red Dragon
Wikia

Dragon

A dragon is a legendary creature, typically with serpentine or reptilian traits, that feature in the myths of many cultures. There are two distinct cultural traditions of dragons: the European dragon, derived from European folk traditions and ultimately related to Greek and Middle Eastern mythologies, and the Chinese dragon, with counterparts in Japan, Korea and other East Asian countries.


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The Mystery of God

One of the most glorious moment ever in the entire Universe,was the birth of an especial creature on Earth to open the door into cognizable worlds and trace the path back to the very source of their origin.By the will of his Majesty, a magnificent moment greeted the dawn of Humanity.
Born in loneliness,while the Lord looked upon own creation,and wished to accompany him with Cherubim,Dominions,Archangels,Angels,and the rest of angelic beings,the man became genuine and loyal follower of the creation and its most beautiful sibling-Nature.

Appolo and Aurora

A man has risen from most beautiful nature's decor:flowers,rivers,mountains,landscapes,heaven,clouds,Sun's rays.....everything gave their primary and most beautiful features in endeavor to overcome his loneliness,and make all the ambient around vivid and in favor of a man.That way,Beauty was inevitably embedded in like one of the most impressive characteristics we share with nature.All the colors mixed their most seducing hues and kept hold of the secret formula, allowing to the viewer nothing but enjoyment and pleasure of being part of dancing beauty.
White,black,red,green,blue..purple..all is on your disposal to lend their robes and shroud yourself for a magnificent appearance.
The most mysterious secret in the focus of human interest,and most wanted to be solved,has always been their origin.And science stayed in silence until these days about solving that mystery.In my mind,as i trying to reach that moment of conceiving the birth of my first ancestor,i transfer my thoughts back into the past.Suddenly,the path becomes a pure reflection of one remote and crystal glowing destination,exposed somewhere in the future and beyond reasonable cognition... some farthest place in Universe..a star,planet.......hidden resort to be unknown till now?
It is like traveling back in time to meet own future in one point,somewhere in infinity of space and time!An astonishing idea and vision,perceptible and alluring,the way to meet your double and first blood cousins.There might be a sparkling particle fell from the space to cross distances and reach Earth.
If we were to go along that imagined line,we could join past and future and get us united in one single point.....without past and future..just one single MOMENT!
Imagine Yourself in such a magnificent glimpse of time,and you could feel all the mystery of existence!All the distinction between now and forever,what was and will be,birth and death,....everything happens to vanish by moving themselves aside and giving a pass to a wonderful feeling of flying into the longest place you could ever reach in imagination.


Such a FREEDOM solves man's most attractive desire ...eternal life and Youth.
We can feel the importance of being NOW and breathing in this moment,without loading ourselves with the burden of unnecessary thoughts.The all which matters and makes life,has been merged in just one snatch!

I think about it like my new birth and the moment i am renewed;I shall think of myself like the revelation of a new star,or powerful might floating the space to give a birth to everything.

I shall think of myself like being a particle of Almighty's gorgeous embodiment.The very source of my birth is the place where my ending hours on earth would have rested...birth and death,there is no difference ...It is continual chain of all the cycles in Universe,and i know that the strength of my being and all the energy floating my body will prolong their lasting into the future.It is pure magic captured in the obscurity of my awareness and nakedness of my organism.And it is only on You to recognize them and reign all the possibilities lying before you.Learn to use gifts of Nature and pulsing cosmos,to revive yourself,and make your organism radiate,feed itself and give own energy back to outer surrounding,to mix consciousness contracted in mind with Universe's unique and transparent nature.

And the all becomes miracle...i shall give my face the shape i wish
It will glow the color i hold in my vision
My look becomes embodiment of my desire'
My own Beauty is manifest CREATION..i make BEAUTY in a way i wish and love it!
LOVE your BEAUTY !
Your unique beauty will get the meaning and radiate the way you show yourself to the outer world!The strength of your mind and thoughts modeled by its will,make your look be seen like most alluring ; you only allow beauty to be fed properly.In essence it is ENERGY with all the characteristics and vibrations spring from your being.You hold and master them on your own..

Having said Beauty,i assume it is all about your YOUNG look alike...BEAUTY is foreseen to carry all the purity of your skin,without any line to rough surface in its reflection.

Active role of the brain is driving force,and every imagined projection you make,sources in the brain;there is a passage to find and allow the flow of all energy.I myself name the mind being holy grail of eternal youth.
Once you mastered the craft of letting stream of particles travel from mind throughout the rest of organism,is a way recognized for ever.The energy pulses,similar to strokes of a clock,it pumps vivid impulses and absorbs new incentives in every glimpse of time.
What streams through your body has fueled with WILL...it is pad from which your desire begins its journey from your brain,gives a command,and being received,becomes jointed with the strength of mind's waves to bring all them back to the body.It is continual circle of feeding your mind to transit projected images into pores of your body;an exercise to practice in every bit of your lifetime.It is the heart of keeping your YOUNG look alive!

The heart never stops pumping blood to keep you alive.Mind's activity is additional source for feeding every ingredient of your being,and its main function is ability to command the cells of your organism;It takes only your will to send orders which will lead you to the keeping Young look in every time of your life.

OPEN The WINDOW

To get out of the close and recognizable circle of happenings,we shall open the window into magnificent and splendid Nature to coat ourselves with all the brightness coming from heaven's blueness,cloud's artworks brushed on the sky,sparkles of dancing air,greenish glow of drizzled grass,mottle of seducing landscapes,sparkling bats of mountain's waterfalls,foamy purity of air in the stunning hills.....we shall clear blurred scenery around,and let them become part of our sensing and absorbing reality.
We shall let the beauty of some remote times reach us in all abundance,and find us never lost in oblivion of one moment which decided our destiny would stay merged with the beautiful framed picture posted by an inscrutable might.The mystery is lasting ingredient of eternal beauty and youth.

Our CREATOR left us with a living memory of his heritage and the key to decipher its mystery leading to eternal Youth.



Painting
Appolo and Aurora
Gerard de Lairesse
1671
Metropolitan Museum of Art
New York
Apollo



FROM THE ARCHIVE

Beauty of God's Word
by Gerard Hallock


I have found this book,under the title"Beauty of God's Word" as the result of my searching for old ones since it is my passion;i am really lucky with books,think of running across most beautiful,and believe it is because of my love of reading.She is special for me even more,for it is associated with my writing on staying young /beautiful/The author found his inspiration in God's words,referring to love and devotion ,as well as all the rest of divine characteristics ,to be main source of being beautiful.They come from inside of our beings and make us so lovely.I have not opened the Bible in order to express my thoughts, but what i wrote came right from my mind and heart and completely corresponds the holy book.Through my stories you will feel the same strength and source to come from my inner being, fed by nature's beauty,and to be the essence of staying young and beautiful.Take from nature and God's creation abundance and "grow lovely" as it says Gerard Hallock.
p.s. i never look for them before i have finished my writing,to avoid any influence,and so i am very nice surprised every time i find similarities in the way i and 'unknown' author think and build our stories.

Becoming Beautiful

"But we all,with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord,are changed into the same image from glory in glory even as by the spirit of the Lord"

"A Christian is sure to grow lovely by just loving,-by just going on in love for Christ.It has been fabled from old times that the graceful swan was changed from a most ugly bird into its present beauty,merely because of its constancy to its mate"

"The soul grows wondrously lovely just by loving,by pouring out its faithful affection"